Kingston Ny, United States
Leveling anthills with gentle wafts of breath, he takes a cautious regard at the edge of the sea, the ever-changing edge of the sea, the wash of the plankton of the ever-changing sea, the ever-changing sea, the sea. Broken and more broken, the sand can only shrink.
As waves soak into the sand, his feet are buried, themselves turning into sand.
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